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| May 27, 2006: Doppleganger Hello, bonjour! It is a warm and pleasant day here, and Doors Open at UC went well; we sold a lot of books, everyone was nice and it was good to see everyone and be on campus in such nice weather; on my way out, various bridal parties were being photographed, some bridesmaids in pale pink, some in green silk, some in black, all sparkly and rather distracted-looking... There are some moments that are nice, but nothing out of the ordinary - this morning, I went across the street on an errand and "Paperback Writer" was playing from the World's Biggest speakers; okay, I smiled, and shook my head. Then, on the way back, "All You Need Is Love" and I had to laugh, and then... ...and then I saw someone who looked not a little like him walking into the building with some dry cleaning and I knew it wasn't him but a doppleganger (not the first) and I started, against logic, to walk faster, to try and catch up with him; but no, he was gone by the time I got anywhere near the door. Sometimes, unbidden by anything, I have visions of him talking and laughing and being happy, and it is as if I am right with him, though I am not. It happened today as I was by myself for a few moments in the JCR. This is not a shocking experience, but it stops me nevertheless... Genevieve said there is a Catholic seminary in Chelsea that was basic but nice and I should try to stay there; I will see if it's still around. Sir Thomas More was there once, so I'm guessing it still is...
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